HYSTERIA

*THIRTY TWO - SWEET CHILD O' MINE*

SWEET CHILD O' MINE - GUNS N' ROSES

"She's got eyes of the bluest skies... her hair reminds me of a warm safe place."

HARRY STYLES

This morning was pure bliss, similar to yesterday's mornings events, minus the post-breakfast argument. Luckily that was short lived, but nothing like my erection this morning. Ariel held me captive in our bed, she had slept with nothing on which left my head in a mess of thoughts all night. I couldn't stop dreaming of her body and how she makes me feel.

I thought I was horny before meeting her? My sex drive is through the roof after having the most mind blowing sex with her. I don't fucking deserve it. I've treated her like shit and everyone has noticed, but fuck– she's a fucking angel and deserves to be treated like one. And me realizing this means something fucked is going on in my head, because I never thought I'd enjoy her company like this. We butted heads so bad in the beginning and hell– we still do, but at least we've now caved and have an outlet to deal with our anger and pent up emotions.

Today is another hot Las Vegas day, and Ariel and I quickly found that out when we decided to head out for breakfast. She claimed to have found a few popular spots online and wanted to try them out. Unfortunately, the one we were set on didn't take reservations and the line was out the door with over an hour wait, so we walked a little further and found ourselves at this little hole-in-the-wall cafe. There were only a few other people inside and the employees seemed ecstatic to see us.

The atmosphere is completely different than anywhere else I've seen in Vegas and stepping inside it almost feels like I've been transported to a small cafe back in Nashville. Bricks line the inner walls and lively plants scatter the window areas; both hanging from the ceiling and resting on the ledge that allows maximum sunlight to peek through.

It smells of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods, directing my attention to the front counter where the barista waits with a bright smile on her face.

"Hi cuties, for here or to-go?" Her voice is chipper, it's a bit alarming after my long night.

I look at Ariel whose face is a bit flustered, probably alarmed by her too, but she just shakes her head before responding, "Um, for here."

"Great! You can order up here whenever you're ready and we'll bring your order to your table when it's ready. Feel free to sit anywhere, we also have a little living area in the back that's pretty cozy if you'd rather sit there." She smiles and Ariel looks at me again, still flustered.

"Thank you." I tell the barista with a nod to my head.

I step away from the counter to get a better look of the menu without feeling like I'm in the way. Ariel does the same, staying close so we can order when we're ready.

"What are you thinking?" I ask her, having a good idea of what I plan on ordering.

She shrugs, not giving me much attention. "If you know what you're getting you can just order and I'll meet you at a table."

"I can wait it's no pro–"

"It's fine Harry just order." She urges, a little snip in her tone.

Without another word I walk back up to the counter to order, but first handing the barista my card and asking that she keeps it to use for Ariel's order. She nods in response, a smile painted on her face.

After ordering I make my way towards the back of the cafe where she said the larger seating area was and sure enough, there's brown leather sofas and eclectic colored arm chairs, small bookshelves covered in more greenery, and paintings of local artists covering the walls.